You had me at hello

(Theresa and Spongebob make good BFFs, don't you think haha)

How come the History Room is never as nice as the Lit Room! The parquet flooring, the extravagant posters and paintings, the oh-so-huggable cushions and plushies ... Man. I should have taken Lit!
But, fyi, the history room is now in transition phase. Yes, the old pizza boxes and cardboards are STILL around, but the room looks much much nicer now. 'Cept that the rollable octehedral tables and rolly rolly seats are poof! Long gone. Where to? Probably some Serangoon Aunty's residence. WHY? Cos my dear nyjc is open to everyone and anyone. ANYONE can come in, use the field, use the track, the bball courts, the canteen, there're even people washing their clothes in the toilets. Talk about care and share huh :D

I'm supposed to be be working on my Econs essay now.

Why am I here! Adious

It's a little bit funny

this feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money but boy if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show

I know it's not much but it's the best I can do

My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it's done

I hope you don't mindI hope you don't mind that

I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss

Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross

But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song

It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do

You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue

Anyway the thing is what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen